Anyone have some of those memories from hunts gone by that are just plain haunting? I have a couple. My brother inlaw and I were hunting in Wyoming in a very prime Whitetail area. We had exclusive use of a ranch that bordered one of the biggest ranches in that part of the state. This ranch measured 24 miles east-west and bigger north to south. All prime hunting ground. That ranch did not allow any hunting at all, to anyone. One morning near Thanksgiving my BIL and I were near the border to that ranch and were sitting on an overlook that took in quite a view over the other property. The first real snowfall was underway and it triggered the rut in a serious fashion. We witnessed 3 different fights between true trophy class bucks from that vista and seriously large bucks were running helter skelter all across that flat. I have no doubt in my mind that the larger of them were true book heads. We looked at one through the spotting scope that was a very high and wide 5 X 5 (without brow tines) and if it would not have made book I'd eat his antlers. It was simply an amazing sight. All those deer and no chance at them. That ranch can now be hunted through an outfitter for trophy hunts only and they start at 5 grand and go up. <sigh> One more.... On that same ranch we were hunting the rolling hills part of it for mule deer. I was sitting on a slope, hunkered down next to a big rock. There was a well used trail that bellied around the slope and led into a good patch of timber. The best mulie I've ever had a chance at stepped out of the timber at a lazer ranged 212 yards. I shoot a 7 mag and it's a dead on hold at that range. I pulled the trigger 3 times and the deer never moved until after the last one. He wheeled around and slipped back into the timber. I was stunned......a truely huge buck just walked away. I went down to check for blood and make sure I hadn't hit him but found nothing. Back in camp I took a cardboard box and set it up at about 50 paces. 2 shots never even hit the box. I finished out the hunt with my backup rifle and back home discovered that the scope must have taken a hit. It shot way wide and up to the right. I ended up having that scope repaired under warranty and sold it. I still think of that mulie......He was seriously big, Easily into the 170 class and real heavy. Do you all have some of those memories that just won't leave and kinda haunt the late night hunting thoughts?